Title: Death, love and all that's in between.
Rating: R purely to be on the safe side.
Summary: The critics acclaim 'a masterpiece' 'a diamond in the rough' ' history in the making' and 'a totally cool story dude!' Come one, come all to see mystery, intrigue, murder, romance and a whole lot of luvin'. A must read for people looking for a Draco/Virginia romance with an edge … a deadly edge. (Ie: deaths abound … a wonderful 'whodunit' that could put Agatha Christie to shame I tell you!)
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Notes: After. For now: Enjoy! =o)
Death, love and all that's in between.
# # #
Look at you all thinking its just one. Not seeing the relation of that one death … you're all so blind.
Aah it is so easy to not notice isn't it? To forget about people? To never be good enough?
You will pay dearly dear McGonagall. You knew I was good enough but I wasn't exactly like you. You knew I had knowledge and power, but you never let me nurture it, what if I'd been that mudblood? Huh?
I've always wanted more. It will happen and nothing will stop me. I always get what I want.
# # #
Three weeks later
"No, no, no, no, no ... NO!" Hermione fell into Ron's arms and cried pitifully. "She didn't deserve to die Ron, she didn't. She was a great witch and once you got past her exterior she was such a humorous person. And now she's dead, she only was headmistress for 3 months! Oh Ron, what will I do without her? I looked up to her!" Hermione fell into sobs again.
Ron sighed and rubbed her back gently. He read over the Daily Prophets title for the umpteenth time and sighed.
HEADMISTRESS MINERVA McGONAGALL … DEAD
Another case for Harry and Ron to figure out together. Nothing had come of the Parkinson case; the killer still walked around scot-free. Now it was McGonagall, sure he hadn't seen her since the end of the war … but he knew her once and it still hurt. But what was slicing away the most at him was watching 'Mione wrack her body with sobs, she'd known her. She'd worked with McGonagall through the war, and afterwards at Hogwarts. Who could do that to 'Mione? He loved his 'Mione so much and didn't want to see her hurting like this; she was his love, his life practically. Just a few more months and they'd be officially wed he thought bitter-sweetly, who … who could hurt his love so?
Some sick, sick person who should not have the right to be called a wizard. They'd, like the Parkinson case, had made it appear to be suicide. And once again Be-Lexium potion? What was with that!? This case was filled with the exact same situations as the Parkinson case, they were undoubtedly carried out by the same sick person. Evil.
* * * * *
Draco laughed at the Prophets headline, well the old-coot who could give Dumbledore a run for his sanity was finally gone, wasn't she? Draco just shook his head and continued his path up to Witch Weekly's Editors office, he was being asked by them to do an article on him and his company, the largest wizardry real-estate agent in Europe.
The voice at the end of the line and sounded feminine and very alluring, what the hell he'd thought!
If he'd known that voice belonged to a certain redhead that he'd only truly encountered a decade prior, he would've said no and ran.
Damn his libido.
* * * * *
Damn him. He didn't have to agree.
Damn Amber. She shouldn't have given her this article to do. Grr. Life just wasn't fair sometimes!
And to top it all of, her past transfiguration professor was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Virginia smiled at that: Dead. Dead. Dead. It had such a beat to it, a constant that didn't change. But damn her too!
This was NOT a good day. She calmed down, what did he ever do to her? Nothing.
Why was she nervous? She wasn't. No she wasn't
She just had to get this over and done with. Yep make it a quick 20-minute interview and she was done. Done. Done. Done.
She groaned; she was Dead.
* * * * *
Wonder why she looks so irritated? Wonder why I've never seen her in over 10 years? Wonder when she got so alluring? Tempting. Ravishing. Beautiful.
Draco shook his head at the thought and waltzed over to her desk.
"Miss Virginia Ann Weasley" he drawled "What a surprise"
She glared daggers at him and then broke out into a serene smile. Uh-oh, he'd seen that before.
***Flashback***
"Watch where you're going"
"So sorry ma'am … can I help you with your things? Do I get to have the pleasure of knowing your beautiful namesake to match your radiant beauty?" He asked in his most charming voice, the girl in front of him was to say the least quite fetching. He wanted.
"Stuff it Malfoy, you know who I am … " She flicked her red locks over her shoulder and her freckles disappeared in her slight blush.
"Weasley!?"
"Yeah. Now get your … you really didn't know who I was…?" She grinned and smiled serenely and wickedly at once; her eyes twinkling.
"I uh … uh …" What do you say when you've made an ass of yourself?
"Oh good" In a swift motion she'd dropped her books and pulled him into an empty classroom.
He was scared to say the least, where the hell had the shy little Weaslette he knew gone!?
He was suddenly back up against a cold stone wall; the determination in her eyes ignited his curiosity to know what was going on in her pretty little head. "Malfoy I want you to fuck me. Forget I'm a Weasley. Forget you're a Malfoy. Forget everything. I want it and I want it now."
She spoke with such eerie command I was but a puddle of melted testosterone. "What makes you think that I–" My words were cut of by her mouth. Good lord, where did she learn to kiss? It was sweet and spice at one and it ran fire and chills down my back. I'm greedy; I wanted more … So much more.
We didn't talk for the next hour and a half; we moved to my private chambers as headboy and had mind-blowing sex for all but the forbidden forest to hear; thank Salazar for silencing charms! She was like a fire sprite moving over my body leaving burning trails of heat. I wanted her so much it hurt. I loved every minute of it, as I lay down next to her breathing heavily I started to stroke her hair and whispered unknowingly out loud "What happened to the shy Ginny I knew?"
He hadn't expected an answer, he thought she was far off into the land of dreams. But instead he heard a whisper of an answer with cold bitterness.
"She'll be back tomorrow"
***End Flashback***
And she was. For the rest of that year he had nothing to with her and the same stood for the next decade. And now here he was, standing in front of her on her territory. Why did he want to grab her and plunder those lips? Cool it Malfoy, that was just one afternoon with some pretty girl.
"Draco Xavier Malfoy. A pleasure." She smiled that smile "Lets begin shall we?"
"If you think it best"
"I do"
"Then lets begin"
"Yes lets"
"Right"
"Yes … so …"
"Yes?"
"So, you're in real-estate …"
"Yes …"
Her eyes moved over his features and he smiled pleasantly back
"And now you're England's most eligible bachelor?" Draco grinned as she quickly brought her hand to her mouth.
"I've heard that's the case, but never really thought about it …"
"Modest? Not what I'd expect from you Mal– Draco, darling" She looked so cocky and so comfortable being that cocky. That was his job! What had he gotten himself into?
"Darling, huh? Well Virginia honey, people change in a decade. It has been a decidedly long period of time since we last enjoyed the pleasure of each other's company hasn't it? You do remember out last meeting don't you?"
He was rewarded with a faint blush creeping up her neck and starting to flood her cheeks. Why aren't I thinking she looks like a tomato? Suddenly she grinned.
"Alright Draco, so we know each other … intimately. I insist I call you Draco and you me Virginia … or Ginny" she added the last part through gritted teeth
"I'd rather not call you *Ginny*, you aren't eleven years old any more … you're quite a grown woman, from what I can see." He did a lazy slide over her figure and found he was quite right "And anyway Ms Weasley, no wedding ring? I'm surprised that you're not married to Potter with four kids already." He ignored the little voice telling him that he was asking because he felt like bashing Potters head in; that was just ludicrous. He was just curious. What was wrong with him? He never felt jealous. Ever.
"Potter? Four children?" She gave a very unfeminine snort and chuckled "No I don't believe so. I'd rather not be stuck with a selfish git who has the staying power of a fly and I'd moreover hate to look like my mother after four kids. No the dumpy woman look isn't in this season I hear"
Draco chortled in response but raised an eyebrow at her bitter tone when talking about her mother and Potter … ? Was it resentment? Remorse? What? "So you're not married, no kids, well I'm baffled, what does Ms Virginia Weasley so with her days and life?"
"She worked for a dog of a woman up till three weeks prior, she now enjoys life, finally going through with things she's wanted to for years and moreover she seizes the day! … But ignore that, this is an interview of the real-estate mage of Europe, not boring old me"
"I think you make a very interesting interview subject" he found himself responding truthfully. She just chuckled some more quietly.
"I believe you've had one too many butter beers before coming here" Draco couldn't … didn't want to explain what possessed him to do what he did next. He stood up and put out his hand.
"Um...? What are you doing? If you want to re-schedule because you have to go–" his hands grabbing hers cut her off. "Um … Draco?" she asked meekly
"Red, I'm taking your advice and 'seizing the day'"
"But where are we … I haven't asked my editor if …"
"Virginia Ann Weasley, are you or are you not the Art and layout director and are you or are you not going to heed your own advice?" Draco raised an amused eyebrow and a definite challenge in his eyes. That was it for her.
"You Mr. Malfoy will regret this for days too come" she replied with a mischievous grin as she grabbed her handbag.
Half an hour later
"So um, where are we going? And ... sorry about this ... but what about the interview?"
"We are going to one of my favourite places to eat and there we'll continue the interrogation, how does that sound?"
"Fine by me"
"Good. Now explain to me exactly why the Arts and layout director is doing a measly piece on some boring real-estate agent?"
* * * * *
He definitely has changed 'measly piece on some boring real-estate agent?' who was he kidding? … He was the biggest in Europe!
"I'm not all that sure, my darling editor and best-friend in the world decided that she can do all she wants, which is usually fine by me as she lets me have free reign over my department … but she was persistent with me in doing this article. Oh I also forgot to mention this, we'll need to take some shots of you"
"Yep, sure. Do you like Italian food?"
"Like, Amo cibo l'italiano!"
"Vero? Ottima! Stiamo andando andare mangiamo oggi e un posto bello con alimento grande, d'accordo?"
"Tu parli italiano?
"Si, e tu?"
"Si, da quando?"
"Poiché ero quindici, la mia nonna, è italiana e parla con me ogni volta che può"
"Um … why are going the opposite way from Diagon Alley?"
He then pulled out a pack of muggle gum. I raised an eyebrow, he wanted gum now? Suddenly he grabbed my arm and I felt a sharp tug behind my navel. Great. Port-key.
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful mansion with vines crawling over the side and a fountain in front. It was in the perfect countryside setting. It was without a shadow of a doubt, beautiful and breath taking. I turned to Draco who was smiling at me; I looked like a child at Christmas whereas he looked angelic. It reminded me of a muggle song 'Look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotised. He'll take your heart and you must pay the price. Look into his angel eyes…'
Pfft, at least muggles has some good advice on life. Very dangerous man. I opened my mouth to ask
"Before you ask, we're about five hours broom ride south of Rome, alla mia proprietà delle nonne"
"But you said we were going to eat at a restaurant…"
"Ah you're mistaken milady, I said it was going to be a beautiful place, but if it doesn't agree with you I can take you back to Di–"
She liked him already, she knew she was falling hard. Very hard. She took his hand and led him towards the masterpiece of a home.
"Well dragon, show me this palazzo"
"Qualche cosa la mia signora"
* * * * *
Harry looked at the dead McGonagall and just sighed heavily. Exactly the same circumstances. Nothing different except the person. Harry looked for anything, but it seemed the culprit knew what they were doing. Ron wasn't being all that helpful. He was looking after 'Mione. Harry sighed and shook his head, 'Mione wasn't taking this well at all. Who would? What was it? What did Parkinson and McGonagall possibly have in common? … Or whom did they have in common?
"Oi, Harry!"
"Yeah Duncan, what is it?"
"There's an owl from Arthur Weasley on your desk, arrived moments ago"
"Yeah alright, thanks!"
Harry moved over to his desk and sighed once he finished reading the owl, it wasn't Arthur but Molly. They were the family he never had, and they knew what always to do. It asked, Harry laughed at that rather commanded Harry to be there for dinner tomorrow evening for a big Saturday dinner with the family so that everyone could help each other get through that terrible McGonagall incident out of their heads for a few hours. Hermione had to come as well, another order. Harry slightly grinned to himself and set off to find 'Mione and Ron.
* * * * *
Ginny groaned a Saturday family dinner? Did she have to go? She turned her attention back to Draco who was smiling at her patiently.
"Oh I'm really really sorry Draco, we have to cancel tomorrow nights plans…" she answered dejectedly. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Why?"
"Mother dearest and Father dear are having a family dinner tomorrow night, the first for a few months. I've evaded the last four skilfully, but I cannot get out of this one, she's sending both Fred and George to pick me up. All in remembrance of McGonagall, and to support each other" Ginny cursed her family under her breath, Draco had asked her out tomorrow evening for a 'date' because he couldn't make it tonight. He wanted to see her again; she wanted to shout out in Diagon Alley. She watched as Draco tried to stifle a snort and she found herself smiling at his attempts at gentlemanly behaviour.
"Just do it" she resigned. She heard the office fill with laughter and the whole staff raised their eyebrows. He was laughing his head off; she was torn between impatience and a need to pull that sweet mouth to his. She was slightly disappointed that he hadn't kissed her yet …
"Sorry, sorry … support?" he nearly started another round of laughter but she gave him a barely controlled glare, she was too close to laughing at her own family herself!
"Yeah yeah, but our family was um … close to her, so we feel the pain. And I did know her and I did get pretty high marks in her class." She replied
"High? How high?"
"Does it matter?"
"Offcourse, my curiosity must be fed. Talk. Or I will be forced to use more...interesting...methods" he waggled his eyebrows and drew his hands to Virginia's side tickling her merciless. She screeched and wriggled against him.
"Fine! Fine! Stop! Stop!" he stopped tickling her but kept his hands snugly curled around her hips. She liked the weight of his palms against them. "Well I got four levels of N.E.W.T.S in Transfiguration."
"Four … but … but…"
"Yeah I know, most only get one, let alone two"
"Granger only got three!"
"You remember this?"
"Offcourse, I was a competitive arrogant git at 17, I just had to beat that mudblood for myself and Father dear. I remember McGonagall trying to decide between giving the third N.E.W.T to Miss-Know-It-All or myself oh sorry. Um … Hermione…" He made a face like he'd just eaten something horrible, she nearly fell in love with him for just trying for her. She laughed and moved her weight more into his body.
"Hang on Ms Weasley, if you got four N.E.W.T.S in transfiguration alone, you could've done anything you wanted … why are you in this dump?" he waved one of his hands vaguely around at her office. The other hand stayed put on her hips, his fingers slightly massaging them through the black pants.
"I'll have you know Mr. Malfoy, this place is not a dump! But in answer to you're considerate question. I'm not sure, you're right; at the end of 7th year I was offered to work almost everywhere … but then the war hit and I was taken to Italy and when I came back … I realised there was so much to fix up, so much to take care of. I just didn't want to have anything to do with it, so I went into writing reviews for food. And as they say the rest is history."
"You were in Italy for the war to end all wars?" If he'd ever shown signs of shock before, this time it went into full surprise. Surprised huh? "But with all your intelligence…"
"Yup, odd huh? But others decided that it would be safer to have me somewhere where Voldemort couldn't touch me and try and lure me to the dark side, and become a death-eater …" she replied softly but with enough bitterness to make a bitter-melon recoil.
"You a death-eater? Why would they … oh your first year." He gazed at her softly and brushed her cheek with his thumb "I'm sorry about that"
"Whatever for? You didn't do anyt–"
"I didn't have to, my father was bad enough. I was 12 and ignorant, I thought opening the chamber of secrets would be quote "way cool" unquote, I was stupid to believe everything my father taught me–"
"Do you miss him?" she remembered about Lucuis Malfoy, death-eater found dead 3 kilometres from the Malfoy estate. Murderer never found. Draco just shook his head
"Miss him? How could I miss someone that caused me so much pain and suffering? Do you remember what you got for your eighteenth birthday?"
"Offcourse, from my aunt got me a bracelet that I still have today"
"No I mean from your parents"
"Oooh, um they got me a gift voucher for Honeydukes" Draco looked confused for a second then went on grimly
"Well my father took me to a death-eater rally. My eighteenth birthday present was to get the dark-mark." Virginia just raised her eyebrows though curiosity showed in her eyes, not shock or fear, pure curiosity.
"And …"
"And I disapparated, ran like the wind and waited two years to come out of hiding. Like you I missed the war to end all wars, I stayed away. It was the smartest thing I ever did"
"Do you regret it?" asked Virginia tentatively
"Regret scarring my precious porcelain skin? Hardly!" Virginia smiled at his changing tone, showing he didn't want this conversation to continue and neither did she; it opened up too much of the past. The painful past. "Alright la mia signora, I'll owl you soon"
"Certainly good sir, take care"
"I will" Virginia watched him stand up and step away. She sighed it would've been nice to have a good-bye kiss … but now his gone. She fell into her chair looking down at her feet when she felt someone tap her shoulder; she swirled around to see Draco standing there.
"I … uh … wanted to say thanks … for a great day." Virginia smiled and stood up, he better kiss her she thought savagely!
"Thankyou Draco, I enjoyed myself very mu–" She felt his warm lips on hers and she wrapped her self around his warm body. She poured all she felt today into that one kiss. He was just as she remembered sweet and spice, and every good thing nice. She just wanted to cling to that mouth for forever. He broke away breathing hard
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much" He kissed her lips again and murmured "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do that all day"
"Oh I think I do … no, I know I do" She kissed him fully on the mouth, trying to take in his every flavour as a keepsake. They broke away one last time and he lifted her hand to kiss the back of her palm
"Till next time Ma Cheree" and then he was gone. This time she sunk to her chair feeling like walking jelly and the only thought passing through her head was: wow.
* * * * *
Everyone bustled around the Weasley dinner table. Everyone was talking and laughing. Everyone was grinning like fools. Everyone but her. Why do I have to sit here? She grumbled to herself. She observed each character around the dinner table, her whole 'family' was here – that meant Harry and Hermione as well. Potter and Granger she could here Draco saying that and grinned to herself, why couldn't he be here to save her boredom? Virginia shook her head again and went back to observing. All looked happy and carefree. Well they all had a touch of sadness in their eyes in wake of McGonagall, but other then that it was all dandy.
… That was until Fred mentioned McGonagall and Grang–Hermione burst out into a torrent of tears. Christ, could this girl cry any more? I mean … was it that bad? I watched the tears stream down her face and watched as everyone in the family crowded around her in a bid to comfort the poor thing. Ginny just shook her head and stood up quietly and stepped into the living room.
McGonagall, gone. Shock horror. People die … rather natural occurrence. Though Ginny sighed, didn't she know her? Would her family find it odd she wasn't crying? Did she want their sympathy? Ginny shook her head and felt her eyes sting with age-old tears. She wasn't just crying for the death of her old professor, she was crying for everything wrong in her life. She wanted to fix it! She turned around as she heard approaching footsteps.
* * * * *
What was she doing? How could she be so inconsiderate? Why was she crying? What was wrong with her? Was she trying to steal the light from 'Mione? Ron just shook his head at his sister. Seeing her cry hurt him but he was more angry for her crying when it was 'Mione's turn to cry, hell had Ginny even known McGonagall? Ha! I doubt it. Ron paused for a moment, had she? He didn't know how close Ginny was to McGonagall … he really didn't know anything about her ... he tried to recall all their years at Hogwarts and afterwards, but he really never saw her, she was always off … or maybe he was … did it matter? So he wasn't always there to hear his little sister whinge about the pains of her world, that was no excuse for her to be crying when 'Mione just had such a hard lost!
"Ginny, what the hell do you think you're doing??" Ginny raised her blotchy face and looked at Ron with raised eyebrows
"What … what do you mean … Ron?"
"I mean, sister dear, you know very well this is hard for Hermione, come comfort her instead of crying stupidly in this room"
"What?! What do you mean stupidly!?"
"He means that Ginny dear, you know this isn't the moment for you to shed tears, its Hermione's time for us to take care of her. She's the one that's suffered the most …"
"Your mother and I want to see everyone together; to look after everyone. We all knew her, well you didn't know her the way poor Hermione dear did, they shared a connection … now stop this ridiculous display and come join the others in cheering her up." Molly and Arthur Weasley gave their daughter a pointed look that immediately translated to 'get in the other room now'
Ron watched the play of emotions of Ginny's face, which finally settled on resignation. Virginia followed her brother and her parents out of the room with a dry face and cold eyes.
* * * * *
Draco watched the owl fly off into the night; its wings soaring and eyes alight. He glanced at the large pile of parchment work waiting to be processed by someone, namely him, for his company. He sighed, since yesterday afternoon he hadn't been able to concentrate on work. His head was filled with snapshots of a redhead, sorry Auburn haired vixen! It was ridiculous, but he was certain he could hear Virginia's voice huffing in outrage at being called a simpleton of a redhead!
Draco laughed out loud at memories of yesterday with her, he hadn't had so much fun in ages … and a woman had never tasted so good. The kiss – rather kisses were his final thoughts before escaping to the land of dreams and were the first coherent thought in his mind upon waking. He knew he was greedy, he wanted more … and he knew he was going to make sure he got more of that beautiful woman. And he always got what he wanted.
He wanted her now, he wanted her in his bed, he wanted to have her running over him like a nymph, he wanted to see her face tormented with pleasure, he wanted to hold her and stroke that silky hair, he wanted to laugh with her the next morning, he wanted … her. The thought struck him hard. Never before had he wanted someone so badly, he was a very fickle character if he said so himself. What was this feeling? Was it … it could be Lo– Draco shook his head of all the ludicrous thoughts flying around. He wanted to get an owl from her immediately in response … but he knew she was probably still at her parents house … He turned to face a portrait of his mother and father.
He hadn't wanted the bastard in it, but his mother looked at her most radiant in that portrait and that was the way Draco always liked to think of her. She was holding him as a bouncy 6-month year old baby. His father was wearing that proud smirk that clearly said 'don't you wish you had a picture perfect family like mine, well you don't so ha!' He was a petty man; Draco groaned at the memories of him and wanted to break out in dance once again for the man merely being dead!
Ten years the old bastard was gone. Murderer never found, Draco's eyes glimmered at that and never would he thought. The murderer was just too good, covered their tracks well, made sure all was planned before committing the fatal event … how were they going to catch the skilled committer of the murder? Now, ten years after?
His mother had been slightly distraught for a few months but then was back to her normal self soon afterwards. Not a lot amiss with senior Mr Malfoy gone from the Manor and all the manor occupants lives. Draco laughed at the portrait of the petty pretty puppet for Voldemort, really though would old Voldie baby wanna share his power?
Oh well Draco thought, he was gone, thank the stars above, the one who murderer him had their revenge. Ah revenge such a sweet sweet thing. It can be a driving force alone in a persons life, can lead a man to do crazy things but most of all when completed the most indescribable feeling passes through ones body. How could anyone miss an old coward like Lucuis? Draco certainly didn't, life went on and was still going on.
Draco raised his eyebrows at the owl sitting in his windowsill; it wasn't his own. Damn. Draco muttered and grabbed the parchment and felt his face's scowl turn into a full sheepish grin. It was from Virginia! God Virginia, what are you doing to me? I'm acting like an eighteen year old, not a twenty eight-year-old!
* * * * *
Virginia moaned and fell into the couch; tonight had undoubtedly been one of the longest evenings of her life. Damn you mother. Go fuck yourself father. Screw you Ron. Sod off mu– Hermione! Ginny massaged her temples and hoped that the blistering headache would soon tire its self away. The pain was splintering. She sighed at the owl that'd just flown away, why did she want Draco? She just felt compelled to have him near …
Virginia Ann Weasley, if you're going to lie half your life, that's fine … but do not lie to yourself! Okay so she had it bad, shockingly bad … okay so maybe she was finding herself falling head over heels for him … after one day together, no date … just one day together. Well you know from your experience in 6th year, his definitely all he claims to be in bed! She grinned wickedly at that. An incessant tapping at her window made her frown, her frown deepened when she saw it wasn't her own owl… who could it be?
Virginia cooed the beautiful eagle owl, it was regal no question about it and her mouth broke out into a giddy grin when she saw the Malfoy crest on the front of the parchment. But before she had a chance to finish reading the entirety of the letter she heard a sharp rap at her door. She ran to the door and pulled it open to show a very dishevelled Draco. He just grinned at her and pulled her close to him. She sighed into the kiss feeling the same exotic sensations that she wanted to go on and on and on and on some more. What was he doing to her?!
They finally pulled away and she felt slightly dizzy for a few moments and then she felt the steady thud of her headache.
"Hello beautiful"
"Hello yourself handsome"
"Great minds think alike huh?"
"I guess they do, so why were you sending me an owl when you had series of parchment works to do? Hmm?"
"I was overcome by memories of your irresistible sex-appeal and I had to something about it? Going to your parents house was to say the least, out of the question … by the way how was that?"
Virginia sighed. How was that? Crap, shit, boring, I missed you terribly, why weren't you with me? "Fine thanks"
"You're lying"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well I can practically hear the headache you are poorly attempting to conceal and you look dead on your feet"
"From beautiful to dead on my feet, you Mister Malfoy sure know how to squash any shreds of a girls self-esteem"
"I try my best" he looked amused and concerned at once, she thought he never looked yummier … well he had a decade ago … and yesterday … and a few moments ago … whatever, she had to kiss that adorable mouth! She kissed his soft lips again and just as she was pulling him in for a more passionate kiss he broke away, planting butterfly kisses to her ears and whispering huskily "Are you trying to change the subject?"
"Yes, is it working?"
"Like a charm … but–" In one swift motion he had the door shut behind him and her sitting on his lap on her couch. He nudged her back "Tell me"
Did he really care? What the hell, I have no one else to tell! "I was at my parents house and then Fred, the smart one that he is mentioned McGonagall's death–"
* * * * *
Draco listened to upheave all her pent-up emotions. He heard her bitter voice, the resentment, the pain, and the cynical laughter and every time he saw her face grow wearier he wanted to protect her from the world and hurt those people that had ever been so inconsiderate towards her.
He couldn't believe that bastard of a weasel! "And so you left early to avoid any more family scenes?"
"Absolutely! Why do you think I avoid all family functions? Its always been 'little Ginny putting her nose into things' 'little Ginnikens don't get in the way' 'Ginny, make sure you set the table properly' I mean I know how to set a table for Christs sake!, but yeah" she sounded deflated and he could feel her need to sleep. As much as he'd wanted to ravish her upon entering here all he wanted to do now was give her into the land of slumber.
He picked her up and sat her next to him; he pulled out all the clips from her incredible hair and started to use his deft fingers on her head and shoulders. He watched her relax further and further. She started leaning against him and before she fell asleep she whispered in his ear "Draco … stay"
How could he refuse?
He carried her sleeping to her bedroom and placed her on the large king size bed and her then shed himself of his shirt and shoes and crawled in next to her. He pulled her close too him and slept all night long, just holding her.
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A/N: Well howdy again, I see you've managed to make it to chapter two of this fic, and I hope that you've had some simmering of pleasure from reading it, if not … bah. Each to his own I say. And if any of you are wondering (However many people that are reading this) … I do have a direction, I promise … and in the midst of all this Virginia and Draco mush, we have a meticulous and precise murderer out there rampaging the streets! See there's the plot!
Thankyou's:
Aims80: Thanks for the kind words and don't worry, there is definitely more coming from this fellow fanfic addict, I know what it's like to anticipate more! Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
Kmf: I do love my murder mysteries, I have since I was about 14 or so … and isn't a wonderful feeling when you guess the culprit? Well I always saw the novelty in that! As for your question Ginny's falseness towards Harry and Ron, well as most authors would say "All will be revealed" … but I promise in this case it's true! See the story unravel … and dum dum dum! Hope you also enjoyed this chapter and are eager for more! Ps – thanks for the review! Much appreciated by yours truly :)
Evil Slytherin Child: Thanks for the review, I'm glad you like the start of this story. And I hope that there was enough Draco delish in this quasi mushie chapter to keep you satiated! Like above, hope you're enjoying more of this fic :)
Inu: Thanks for the email! Hope this was quick enough for you! You can expect about four more chapters … maybe five in the next couple of weeks, so don't worry there'll be regular updates … until ¾ of the way, I still have to write that last ¼! Well hope to see you again and hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Raven Black: See I'm not really good with delving deep into the human mind … it's just not me. I always rely more on dialogue in writings and life, not a good combo I wager … but that's just the way I am. I'll try in future chapters to trek deeper into the darker sordid minds of our littluns! Thanks muchly for the review, it made me smile sheepishly! Also I hope you're back to enjoy this :)!
Wow, I feel so cool writing review responses … personal review responses! Well then, what else is there? Not much I suppose. Next chapter shall be out soon and probably will be as good/bad as the past two have been! Milk and choc-chip cookies all!
Ciao.